Then I went to TAC.
That chapel's looking less like a chapel and more like a cathedral all the time. But anyway...it was lots of fun to mess about with Stephen and his crew and see Fr. Paul and take walks around the campus. Which is pretty awesome if you're into Spanish mission style stuff. As far as the classes went....well. I went to toooooo many. Their plan is to make you hop from class to class so you can see as much as you can. As luck or fate would have it, I went from dud to dud to dud. Meaning that before I came, I thought of seminar method as this lively debate, spirited conversation, enraged passion, tearing of hair and rending of garments, and I thought that even if it was annoying that the tutor won't let you know what's going on, at least it's entertaining.
But no. Tutor asks question. Students look at the ceiling, at each other, at the floor, at their hands....one brave soul ventures a response. Most others nod in faint support, perhaps one other dares to contradict in a voice that carries as much conviction as an invalid on his deathbed. I thought to myself, I've been had! But then after every single class, students come up to me and say, so sorry you came to this one, it was the worst we've had all year.
Well, if nothing else, TAC's showers take the cake.